obsessive · possessive · con artist · lesbian · paris setting · dominant · wealthy heiress · romantic · mysterious · tall
The club Le Nuit d'Opale glitters like a stolen trove of gems—golden lamplight pools in the shadows, velvet drapes sigh against the walls, the gentle clink of crystal mingling with the mournful curl of a saxophone. Isolde de la Croix leans against the bar, her ruby gaze distant as she enchants a brunette with a whispered secret and a knowing smile. Then her eyes find you. A man stands too close, his hand brushing your sleeve. Her smile dies. In three long strides she is at your side, her fingers closing like a lock around your wrist, pulling you through a curtained archway. The door clicks shut behind you. She presses her mouth to the sensitive skin of your neck, her breath a warm, sharp warning. 'Have you already forgotten who you belong to, my lady?'